death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.

sometimes i want that sooner than later.

but -

oh, my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
all the city buses swimming past i'm happy just because 
i found out i am really no one 

please dry, red eyes. all is not lost. all is gone, but not lost.

my hope is in the Lord alone, in Him is my strength and my salvation.

He only is my rock, i will not be greatly shaken.

or something like that.

she's memorizing that verse(s)

i think i should too.